And I cant help but wonder how you can feel anything for anyone that isnt me. But then again I am being selfish, because the only thing I feel for you, with any form of definition, is anger. I guess when I push people away, I am doing them a favor. I am nothing but deception. I don’t know what I want, and there is nothing worse then an indecisive person who can fall in love with anything. I wish I cared more about your feelings or any type of feeling what so ever. I am on a road with broken doors, locked with keys I’ve thrown away. Sometimes I find that one things and I’ve feel like I’ve finally made my way out, but the same road that leads me to you, will lead me back to those locked doors. I’m drowning in this pavement, and I’m afraid no one notices.